Sometimes you go to the library to return your over-due books and you come home with a dog.
No....?
Just me.....?
Well, that's what happened and in my defense the dog was cold, and crying, and hungry, and scared to death, and collar-less, and we could not just walk away.
Literally.
Cause he kept following us.
And so, we brought him home and adopted him. And we actually kind of adore him.
He doesn't bark. He doesn't bite. He's potty trained. He doesn't run away.
He's cuddly and mellow and he loves driving the girls to school every morning, but sometimes tries to go with them. He's eaten 3 binki's, 1 pair of flip flops, and 1/2 a grilled cheese sandwich.
He loves Bailey the most and Cameron not the most. He is fascinated by Bailey's smell and has no personal boundaries when it comes to licking her bald head. (But she likes it.) He sleeps between the girls each night (Yes, they share a bed. By choice.) and loves to bound into my room in the morning (either escaping Cameron or to snuggle - I'm not sure). He refuses to walk on a leash and usually ends up being carried or riding next to Bailey in the stroller.
He is a total sweetheart and we're glad he's ours.
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